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Even after all these years,

I awoke with you this morning,

Your arms in mine, your heat, your hair,

Your smell, your sleeping smile, your skin,

Your morning eyes,

Oh – those eyes.

 

Even after all these years,

When neither knows who lived or died,

I can still feel you inside

Clawing at the emptiness of my heart,

I was only ever happy in your company, that much is true.

 

Maybe we met a thousand years before,

And swore we’d love in different forms,

Perhaps this time we’ve only glanced each others’ souls and

Hope the next will be a kinder love.

 

Even after all these years,

I still dream of you and hope.

 
 
 bobby stevenson 2017
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